One
Yoongi’s eyes shot open as his dorm door got slammed by the wall while his band mate entered the dark space furious.
- What the fuck, man?
- What happened? [Yoongi’s deep voice roared]
- You were supposed to come to the studio today, remember? We have to record those new songs.
- What time is it?
- Obviously… Yoongi, you’ve been sleeping for the past two days. We had this free weekend and I got it that you were exhausted, but all of us have been waiting for you at the studio this morning. It’s 11 a.m. so please, come to your senses and let’s go already.
Yoongi couldn’t remember the days before his dream but he knew that something was off. When did he even return to Seoul? Wasn’t he supposed to remember such detail? And what happened to Maysee? Was she a part of his dream too?
- Tae, what did we do on Friday?
- We had that reality show where we danced to less-known songs. Then we went to eat something and you said you’ll go home because you’re exhausted.
- I can barely remember. It feels like it happened months ago.
- Have you been dreaming something since Friday or what?
- I guess I have…
- C’mon, let’s go already. Everyone’s waiting.
Yoongi was waiting too. He was waiting to meet Jimin and talk to him about his dream. What if it was just a dream for him? He couldn’t have lived without meeting her now.
